Before moving to Washington, I was sure that this summer was
going to be an exciting one. I had decided to apply for WAIP for many reasons,
but as I have been living and working in D.C., I have found many more reasons
to be happy about my decision to become a WAIP-er than I would have thought.
Perhaps the biggest reason is that coming here has allowed me to experience
living life in a post-college world without actually having to enter that world
full force yet.
It has been wonderful to come to a place that seemed so
familiar to me, yet was missing much of what makes Columbus, Ohio my home. I
have family nearby in Alexandria and Harpers Ferry, but with the schedule of
the program and my own interests I knew that I would not see them much, if at
all. I came to Washington with no support system, no real friends, and no idea
what I would be walking into on my first day of work: I could have easily ended
up hating what I was doing or who I was working with. I was entering a city
that I believed I knew so well, but really had yet to be known by me at all.
There is the side of D.C. that the tourists tend to see: the
glimmering, stoic, regal stature of a city that has long known the light of
fame and the influence of power. But there is another side of the city: one
that is dark, broken, and full of the malfunctions that plague everywhere else
that people reside. It is this latter kind of description that I believe many
D.C.-ers find is closer to the reality of where they call home. Consequently, I
believe that this understanding is only one that can arise when a person has
created a life inside its borders.
Perhaps, the word ‘life’ as it was just used is a bit
loaded; by life I most certainly mean establishing (or attempting to establish)
all of those things that I need in order to feel like I am home. It is most
certainly not just living day to day with a numbness to the passage of time. It is
when you have regained a job, a place to relax, a place to go and have fun, a
place to lay your head at night, a place to worship, and a group of people whom
you willingly call friends that a new ‘life’ might be considered to have been
created once more.
-By: Eric Vinyard
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